Eye Of The Storm
By Miranda Caverley
The clouds may come the winds may change, the rains may fall to stain my face.
But safe within loves embrace, I find the blessings of his grace...in the eye of the storm
I hold a compass in my hand, as it shows me to go ahead.
Into the great unknown, into the vast rugged sea waters,
as I search for my treasures.
Jesus shines his star down on me, lighting my way.
In the midst of the storm he is there.
At last I have found my treasure, in the eye of the storm.